Forty-Four Years and a Thirty Minute Drive
2025
or Four Years and the Thirty Minute Drive Chapter
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. And yes I know fluff but well fluff is needed too.
Four years later after Castiel had taught Jimmy the trumpet and Dean taught Mary the ukulele. The children finally asked, why that song?
The next day they drove thirty minutes. There outside his childhood home, now abandoned and dilapidated, he told his children his story while he held his husband's hand. Even though they were only 8 and 10 they never liked being talked down to. They were raising them to tell the truth even if it was not pleasant. The night before after one of the long talks Dean did not relish, they figured if ever they should hear the truth. It should be this.
Besides Mary and Jimmy would know this and could ask questions as they grew.
Turned out his daughter had the first one.
"Poppa, where are these people now?"
"I'm not sure. We could try to find some of them. But that hate and fear of people different than them; well it's like a big wave. It can hurt people or destroy objects but eventually it recedes. Versus the love that I feel for you two and your Dad, it's like a lake sustained by rain and rivers."
"So I am the rain?" asked Mary.
Dean couldn't help but laugh.
Castiel had to smile too, "Okay so it's not a perfect metaphor..."
Still a silence fell, following the brief moment of respite, as Mary and Jimmy absorbed the information. Castiel wondered briefly if he had lost his children as they got back into the car.
Dean started the car and did not put on the radio. As the Impala turned the corner off the block Cas had grown up on, he knew all would be all right when Dean grabbed and held his hand. Then his family, that loved him unconditionally, hummed, "All You Need is Love," the entire way home.
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